Isn't it okay to play around like a little kid
while pretending to forget melancholy and obligations?
Even so, it's coming again? The next wave of sadness and disappointment, without end,
every day like waves continually washing in.

While lining up and worrying over words,
you got mad at "Isn't there something you want to say?"
It's okay to think it over and tell me.
We're not getting any younger, come on!
Both my iPhone and I are at five percent charge.

While we were always being urged on by something,
the fundamental things as well are inscribed in the sand of time.
Just when? The promises I made with you that flow into the ocean
and the way we were when we said "I want to go" are being forgotten.
I think that's a bit sad.

Vacantly worrying about the future on the way home,
I was detained by the chimes ringing at the ticket booth.
In a future where my path was blocked even in my dreams, I'd be sad.
Both my card and I are out of charge.

I want to see you; for some reason just having tea and talking with you
tends to make me feel like it's going well, so smile for me!
I toss my cell phone that ran out of battery into my bag;
it doesn't matter, I just want to walk with you and have a chat.

While we were always being urged on by something,
it feels like even you're being lost to the sands of time.
I've decided! The promises I made with you that flow into the ocean
aren't for "someday" or even "tomorrow," they start from now.
With our empty plans, we're going ahead from now.